I remember going to a Mystery of The Trees joint, big redwoods. Near the Oregon border as a kid with my grandparents. I went fishing with them every summer in Trinidad, Ca. a little down Hwy 1.
Life terms both of them? Dang man.. that's unfathomable.
Thanks for checking this one out, practicing my fikshin. I had no idea it was that many characters when I was writing it. I was just bullshitting along like la deda deda and... 'he got hit'... and then he played... 'chess spades.'
It's nowhere anyone wants to be. Nowadays it doesn't take much to land an extended stay. Maybe that's why kids won't leave the house??
Thank you.
Haha I know it kept going but I read it all. The story is one you can't turn away from! From the confusion of why you're in there to getting the butt end of the gun told to you finally, it had me riveted.
John and Harold. Almost forgot their actual names for a few minutes last night, I am still trying to remember John's last name. Both guys who tried to get mixed up in gangs to be cool and got caught. I think both are at the supermax in Massachusetts, don't know if it's really a definite super max but it's the highest level prison in the state we've got.
Eh, how old were they roughly when they got sent there? How long has it been? Dang that sucks. Super max?! Yikes.
Thanks @cmplxty, I really appreciate that dude.